On Viewing Death

Few times have I peered closely down at death. The first time I remember fairly well (looking down at a body with no breath) would be the viewing of brother Dale. Disfigured from a crash – his face, a shell - was not the face of joy we all had known. His soul to heaven had already flown. My father’s face last year I looked down on: a look of plastic – it was not his own! He too has flown where all live on and on. Jan. 3, 2019 For Lu Loo's 'How Death Has Affected Me' Poetry Contest Note: The way I say Dale is like the word Dell, so that is why I use it in the B rhyme scheme part of this Dizain: ABABBCCDCD (Sorry i could not put much emotion into this, Laura. Death does not affect me terribly hard emotionally because I truly believe we move on to a better place. The loss of DAle when he was still so young affected me because I loved him so much that I missed not being able to reach out to him any more, but I would need more lines to write about that. Thanks for the inspiration!)